Mistake, mistake, mistake. A strange word: stinging, somehow.

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

From the beginning men used God to justify the unjustifiable.

May my mind be clear and my heart pure.

Why, could the good man not impose his will, control his wife? asked Mrs. Carew, who always made much of masculine authority in her talk with friends but ruled the roost at home.

Comparing man and woman on the whole, one may say: woman would not possess a genius for ornamentation if she did not also possessan instinct for the secondary role.

People don't know how to deal with stress and depression, so they're nasty to other people because it makes them feel better about themselves.

If you're on the cover of any magazine, you certainly get recognized more.

The only thing that gets in the way of a really good photograph, is the camera

you seem to grieve for what is not so ... and there is no need to let your heart run ahead into evils that may never come.

Working on our own consciousness is the most important thing that we are doing at any moment, and being love is a supreme creative act.

Thoughts aren't fact, so don't take them seriously